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Amazin update Lizzy!!! Aww, such a nice part!!! Geela Ganguly!!! 😆
Lizzy, lovely update!!! Update asap!!!
Nahi ❤️
hey lizzie i want o comment like this but dont know how so copied it 😆Originally posted by: mishti_17
Lizzyyy.. Loved it...
So Orindam tours frequently for business... 🤔 Thats whay Nupur aisi ho gayi..lol...😆 Chakraborty's are quite cool people... Benoy said the truth, we just imagine some things and over a period of time we feel that truth lies in our imagination... Wow, so they took Onu for an outing... 😃 Soo nice... Looking at the ferries, Onu remembered nauka again..😔 Some thing or the other keeps reminding him about Calcutta, more importantly Taani... So Onu started writing his mind letters... Twin towers and how amazing they are.. Een dono ke beech telepathy hai kyaa??😆
And whooahh... What a coincidence?? He met the window seat wali here.. And the way she described my Onu..🤔
"You're the Gol-Mattol Ganguly whose tummy blocked my window-seat view at Pan Am!"
🤣
Mera poor poorer Onu...🥺
But Onu ka mood was nice isliye Gigi bachchi bach gayi..😆 So here, Mrinalini enters... Nupur n Mrinalini are good friends... Awww... Nice... So Onu seemed spellbound seeing Statue of Liberty... ❤️ Awww... Loved that Onu felt happy for the gals, that they had a home they wanted something so unlike her did...😔😒 Onu and Sengupta sisters bonding wud be a treat to watch...😃
So letters n P.P.S
Awww @Onu.. He misses being Geela Ganguly..😒 I hope Taani wud see someday barfila Onu as well..😆 Onu told Mishti also about Gigi n Mrinalini...😃 Best friends hotey kis liye hai..☺️
😆 Crown thing made me laugh.. Onu n his najuk sa dil.. He thinks way too much about everything.. Thats so special about him...😃
I loved him part a lot.. Was laughing so much while reading it..🤣 Awesomely written...👍🏼
Waiting for the next one... 🤗
Thanks Kali and Annu...glad you liked it! And yeah I love Onu and his najuk sa dil too! 😉
And yeah Shobi...there will be Onu/Nupur romance development but I'm trying to make sure it won't be the centre of the stories here...the other characters in my OSs - Letty, Gigi, Benoy, maybe one more I'm planning on introducing...most of them will also have important roles to play in Onu's life as well, so his romance with her won't be central, and anyway as per the TL storyline it shouldn't be happening till 2002! 😉 I'm trying to focus more atm on the changes within Onu and his own internal conflicts.
Sample some amazing pics of the waterfall I'm speaking of in this OS:
The legend Nupur is talking about here is from a the Native American Yosemite Indian tribe called the Paiutes. Here's the link if you want to know more...http://thehive.modbee.com/?q=node/1743
One thing this OS series is helping me with is to get to know America better, just to keep some sense of authenticity in the stories themselves...
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A Letter A Day Won't Keep the Bridal Veil Away...
"Motu? Aaay Motu!"
She was standing precariously balanced at the summit of a waterfall, dressed like a bride and holding a piece of paper in her hands. The waterfall seemed a mirror of the one he was standing on, only it was miles and miles away from hers'. The wind howled around her, playing with tendrils of her hair, and knowing he was watching her she did not bother to brush them away.
She waved the paper at him.
Send it to me, he said.
She made a paper aeroplane and aimed it at him, making sure the wind blew her missive in his direction.
"There is a creeper growing beneath me. It'll wind itself around me and choke me to death. And you, beloved, can do nothing to help, and I don't know what will break your heart more: that you read a message like this or that you saw it with your own eyes and knew you couldn't stop it from happening..."
Horrified, he looked up. The plant was already snaking its way up her waist and around her abdomen, and soon enough it would wind itself around her chest and squeeze the life-breath out of her...
He knew he couldn't write back. Writing wouldn't save her.
He had to do something, anything, to put her out of harm's way...
He did the only thing he could do. He jumped, hoping he would reach the other waterfall.
The only sounds he could hear as he fell were his own screams, and hers as she followed him, creeper and all. All that seemed to loom before their eyes was black, black, black.
--
It wasn't the first time Onu had had nightmares since he'd left Calcutta, though with his gradual fitting-in, they'd started to recede. He'd grown resigned to the occasional bad dream which manifested itself on days when he'd suppress his burning desire to go back...he knew he'd cross that bridge when it came.
It was the first time he'd had a nightmare about Taani alone, and for the hundredth time he'd contemplated leaving the States and going on an all-West-Bengal road trip to find her. Not a minute passed by that didn't have him wishing she was here, or wondering where on earth she was now and what she was doing.
Sometimes he wondered how much of it was triggered by his trip to California the previous week.
Orindam had decided to take them both to Yosemite Park in the spring, mostly because he had to meet an associate in California and the children had been whining for a trip ever since the Sengupta sisters had gone there. A friendly rivalry had developed among them, and whatever Mrinalini and Gargi set out to do, Onu and Nupur were bound to want to do it too. Mini and Gigi weren't any less: they'd always ask their parents to allow them to go for drama practice with the Basu children (Onu cringed every time he'd had to hear that), or watch a Saturday night Bollywood flick with the rest of the Desi Club at their school. Because he'd had work to do, he told Nupur and Onu that they were to check out the park only.
Nupur took him to the Bridal Veil instead.
From afar, the waterfall really did live up to its name. Its waters didn't flow, they seemed to float down to the rocks like fine threads of bridal gossamer, each distinct yet woven seamlessly together before they formed a liquid pool at the foot of a rock.
The cliff was a woman's face, and the waters were her veil.
"Someone once told me that among the waters lived a spirit who loved a human man from the Paiute tribe," Nupur whispered as they proceeded further, "Nobody would accept them if they got married because they were too scared of the water-spirit chick and all, but he went ahead and got hitched with her anyway."
Onu rolled his eyes. Trust Nupur to ruin a perfectly good love story. Not a single romantic bone seemed to exist in her body.
And then he looked back at the waterfall, too lost in its beauty to look away. Suddenly he wasn't aware of anything else, not of Nupur, not of the fear of Orindam Uncle finding them here, not of the punishment they would both get whenever they reached home.
All that mattered was this place, this time, this moment. This water that draped the rocks with the sinuous touch of a lover. The sound it made as it began its fierce torrent downwards. The river beneath that the waterfall had transformed into a pool of light.
And then he saw a branch fall in. He'd suppressed an odd shudder, but even that didn't stop him from hearing the screams of a boy who had once fallen into a deep abyss, just like this one...
The screams of that boy became louder and louder, drowning out every other sound. This place was no blessing, for all its beauty, no waterfall was...it took and took, and lives were lost, and even when they didn't die they were just existing, the way he was doing right now...
Better to end it all now...
"Rags? Rags!!"
Small arms grasped his waist, dragging him back to the park, to safety. It took them a while before he realised that the screams he'd heard were his own. Before he knew it, his world had turned black.
When he came to, Nupur was sprinkling water over his eyes, hoping to wake him up before Orindam Uncle saw him in this state and started asking questions.
He opened his eyes, and opened his mouth to ask Nupur what the hell had happened, but no sound came out of his mouth.
"One step further and you would have jumped in," Nupur said, visibly shaken.
"I'm sorry."
She harrumphed. "You should be."
A part of him was. But another part, a part he would have liked to reject, a part that wasn't the sophomore trying to make it big in the Big Apple, or the son of his businessman father. A part that loved easily. Cried easily. Felt fear easily.
"Hold my hand?" his voice quavered, sounding alarmingly like a child's.
Nupur attempted to protest, then stopped. She held his hand all the way to the next gas station on their ride back home. She knew better than anyone what it meant to need a person beside you so badly you could almost taste it.
--
May 21, 2001.
Mishti,
It's been eight months and ten days since I left you at Garden Valley. I can't stand writing to you, do you know that? Every time I write to you, which is every second of the day ' either in this book or in my head ' I keep wondering how hard it'll be if you would reply and tell me about things because I can't see them for myself.
You'll tell me Laboni Ma has a sprain in the ankle, and all I can do is sit here and feel like a fool. I'll tell you about the trip I took to Bridal Veils Falls last week, but all you would think of was that you had no waterfall to go to. You'd tell me that you had ilish fish for lunch yesterday, and I would curse myself for not even being able to remember what ilish tastes like.
It's killing me not to talk to you...but talking to you kills me a lot more. There's this big wide gap between us, from where we can't see each other, touch each other, hold each other, love each other...
He scratched out the last part.
But I'll write to you anyway. Both options are so screwed up for me it doesn't really make a difference which one I pick anymore.
One day you'll ask me why I didn't write. That day I'll tell you why, and I know you'll understand.
Love,
Motu.
P.S. Bridal Veils has a love legend too.
P. P. S. Uncle said I lost so much weight in the past four months that my clothes look like burlap sacks now. He threw them away and bought me new ones. He threw away everything...even the ones I didn't ever want to part with. My yellow shirt and red tee. My favourite things in all the world. All gone. :(
P. P. P. S. For the record, THAT was a smiley. Can you imagine the two of us had been lounging around Yahoo for a year before our addresses got hacked and still I had to learn about smileys from Gigi! Gigi Sengupta of all people!
P. P. P. P. S. It's officially not Gol-Matol Ganguly anymore. It's Internet-Illiterate Ganguly now! Gah!
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